Finally, we got to the end of the road, the last picnic grove and to our disappointment there were a couple of cars parked at the far end of the parki...g area. No one was around and they were probably one of the dog walkers or joggers we passed but it was enough to dissuade me from climbing in his car and going down on him. We got out of our vehicles and walked to the pavilion. We scoped out the wooded area and didn’t want to risk getting caught along a path. At this point I didn’t care if we. What Lisa had said was true enough. I mean, ask yourself, when was thelast time you went around looking at other guys ankles. Even so, andregardless of me telling myself repeatedly that nobody would notice, Iwas a bag of nerves all through our meal. Wearing hold-ups meant thatthere was no tell tail bump in my pants from a suspender stud. But, Ifelt sure that somebody would notice something. In the end, however,nobody did, a fact that Lisa was only too happy to point out to me boththen and on. She asked if I had a condom. I got up and went to my dresser. She stood up and turned around, she pulled off her sweats showing her perfect BBW butt. I took off my shirt and pants. When it was time for underwear she was already complimenting my cock.I pullled down my pants, we embraced and she grabbed me again. She started to pull me down on the bed. I put the condom on the bed and she started stroking me as I fingered her. So wet and so warm. I pulled up on her shirt and started to. The stories included ones about wives who would fuck their husbands asses with strap-on dildos or use double-headed dildos, with one end in the husband's ass and the other in their pussy. We tried both a few times and I thoroughly enjoyed it. It excited me tremendously, although probably as much because we were being so kinky and doing something so nasty and out of the ordinary. However, after a few times my wife was no longer interested in doing my ass.A couple of years ago, I talked her into.